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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox comes stalking into the Bar. He drives to work for the first time in ages - thinking he might need the car - and he gets a parking ticket! All the cops in Gotham have nothing better to do than to give him a ticket! He hates his city sometimes. Hates it, and loves it. But where else would he want to be?

He takes off his coat. And then adjusts his hat rather rakishly. Removes his jacket and then drapes it over one shoulder. And begins to belt one out...

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, Gotham City

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
Gotham City

I want to wake up in the city that never bathes
To find I'm king of the Mob, top of the gangs

These honest town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a bad new start of it
In Gotham town

If I can’t make it there
I can’t make it anywhere
It's up to me, Gotham City

By now, Knox has climbed up on the bar, throwing his arms wide open. It's enough to give Kander and Ebb, and Liza, and Sinatra, much pause.

And the astute ear can hear an orchestra in the background.

I want to wake up in the city that law forget
To find I'm A-number one, king of the Mob, top of the heap
Or maybe the Bat!!!!

These honest town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a Batman start of it
In Gotham Town

If I can’t make it there
I can’t make it anywhere
It's up...to...me...Gotham...City

He holds the last note a good six seconds. And stops cold.

"What the hell was that?"

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Bagel sounds nice. And maybe a beer. A big one." Knox smiles at Mathilda.

"And, er, thanks. Not that I have any idea what just happened, but thanks."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"And me without my shots." He takes a bite of the bagel, and then switches to the beer. He takes just one sip and then...

Here's to good friends.
This night is kinda special

"Agh! It happened again!"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"I am going to take a very, very deep breathe and then if I am lucky, whatever is happening will stop." He inhales, exhales, inhales, exhales.

"OK, I will not sing." He looks at Mathilda. "There. I think that should work." He's not exactly calm. But he's from Gotham. He's good at pretending to be cope.

"And how are you?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Also busy. The life of a crime reporter is always go, go, go. Chasing the cops, chasing the Bat, chasing the mob, never getting any answers.

"Oh, and I'm applying for a job here. I'm okay with my tab, but it never hurts to have some extra dough." He drinks the beer, and then sighs in relief when he doesn't start to sing another jingle.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

[OOC: are we going to continue this (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11765013.html) thread from yesterday?]

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

[ooc: any objection to picking up the conversation following Knox's, performance? I am feeling inspired.]

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

[OOC: not at all.]

Sitting nearby Amanda couldn't help but notice Knox's performance, "Not bad." she critiques not sure what that was all about but having a feeling that it's a curse or someone playing a bad joke on another patron. Sad that one can get used to that sort of thing happening.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"You saw it? I didn't imagine it?" He's still on the Bar and thus climbs down carefully. and gets a rag to rub off his tracks. "OK, that was just plain weird."

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Yeah it was. THough can't say that it's the first time I've seen someone break into song spontaneously around here. But I figured they had taken care of whatever caused the other thing. Do you by chance have some desire to quite your job and make it on Broadway?" this is all said so very casually as if it weren't anything out of the ordinary. Her fruit arrives and she starts picking at it. Almost happy that the conversation from yesterday seems to be forgotten as a woman doesn't like talking about her age.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Not the first time...dear lord. This is normal?!" Knox is not the model of calm now. "This is going to keep happening?" He slumps into a nearby chair.

"I have no desire to be on Broadway. None. Though I don't think it's such a bad thing to be Sinatra. If you can get past his mob connections and temper. You saying I really want to be him?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"I'm not saying that at all. I'm asking. Either way at somepoint you should probably try to talk to security and at least tell them about this incedent there may be others experienceing the samething. And if you don't have a desire to make it on Braodway at least not more then you did before then it could be something else. You might want to see a magic user to see if they can determine if there is a magical cause to this." smiling, "People here will do what they can to help you and other that will no doubt end up being affected by whatever this is."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox takes this in and feels a bit calmer. "So you're saying it might be some sort magic outbreak, and that if I track down a witch, they'll give me two spells and have me summon them in the morning?

"That makes sense. Which is almost as disturbing as breaking out in song in the first place."

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

There's a red and dark grey robot with a white face staring over at Knox.

Possibly it's wondering the same thing.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox stares for a moment. And once the music stops echoing, the robot is merely just another thing in the Bar.

"Er, hi. You saw that?"

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

"You didn't?"

The voice is raspy, and male. And also confused. As is the expression on the robot's face.

"Was kinda...obvious."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Just making sure I didn't imagine it. Or than I'm not dreaming.

"Though why I'd dream a robot is beyond me. You are a robot, right?" Though all Knox knows about robots is the Star Wars droids and the big bruiser in The Day the Earth Stood Still.

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur recently learned about the Star Wars droids!

Either way, he looks a bit irked at the question. "No! I'm a Transformer. Higher tech than your petty human robots."

He prays this human hasn't met Jenny yet.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Er, well, the only robots I've ever seen are about yay big" - he hold his hands two feet vertically apart - "and don't talk. Or do much besides beep. So that would go without saying." Knox grins, in a bit of self-defense. "What do you transform? Or does your name just mean you work with electricity?"

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur snorts at Knox's description of robots, but looks pleased. Yeah, he knows he rocks.

His orange pupils roll in his read optics at the questions. "Terrorsaur, beast mode!" With a faint mechanical whrrring sound, he folds into the form of a large pterodactyl.

"I transform into my beast mode," the bird says smugly, gesturing to his magnificentness.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

"Whoa. That is amazing," he says, impressed with a technology that can do that. "YOu sure have the right name. I'd hate to meet you in a dark alley.

"I'm Alexander Knox, Gotham City, Earth, 1989 AD. And you have to be from the future. Who's your manufacturer?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

[ooc: ... Alex? SO. MUCH. LOVE. this totally made me squee and bounce like a twelve-year-old Backstreet Boys fangirl. :DDD!]